Kudo, who had become smaller, stared at him with resentful eyes.

In desperation, he almost forgot that Yu Shirakawa is a super unreliable late-stage middle school disease. I wonder if he can help him.

Yu Shirakawa seemed to be unable to see his expression change. After complaining, he asked again:

"Little kid, I haven't asked your name yet? It's not good if you don't go home alone in the middle of the night."

"Uh, name..."

Little Kudo was speechless.

In this extraordinary period, he couldn't tell his real name to an ordinary person like Yu Shirakawa, right?

So, the little guy's mind flashed, and he recalled two favorite mystery novelists - Edogawa Ranbu and Conan Doyle.

"Conan!"

"My name is Conan Edogawa!"

Kudo, uh no, it's Conan now, said so.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became excited.

When Yu Shirakawa heard this familiar line, he got goosebumps all over, and it seemed like a BGM was buzzing in his single loop.

It's like a dog's head is wide open and the god of death is coming.

After Conan finished speaking this, the air sang for it, the rain sang for it... Even time was fixed for him.

Celebrate!

The god of death in chaos time here declares his only real name.

Celebrate!

The greatest god of death, Conan Edogawa, is here, coming.
Chapter completed!